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[[Update time, so I should make it clear that i'm over maintaining other muses (both jarringly contrast from the Nintendo / Smash fanbase, they're both horror based.), and I haven't forgotten I ran fucking Mr. Game and Watch at one point in time. Time to explain why I made this in the first place only to kind of let it rot (but it's not forgotten and i'm planning a revive a few days before Ultimate, with considerations of new Nintendo muses).

So at the time, SSB4 was still somewhat relevant and i'm pretty sure people still called the Switch the NX, I kind of found the idea of this literal two dimensional character that also had some sort of two dimensional personality (no concept of morality and pretty much has a 'jack of all trades, master of none' skill set) while also being the source of an entire fucking army. So I initially booted up this account as kind of a one off and it became like the third most followed account I own. I clearly see people enjoy him, and to be honest, I enjoy him too, so he'll be back in like, December. For now you guys will find me over either at @bonejcnes or @foolishmcrtals, follow at your own discretion though, bonejcnes can get pretty bloody and well foolishmcrtals is a haunted house. I am on these accounts trying to branch out my genres of writing.

Also, hi Ridley, hi Daisy, hi Dark Samus, hi Chrom, hi K. Rool, hi Isabelle, hi Simon, hi Richter, nice of you to join us.]]

[[That being said, considering reviving this for the sake of the hype. And to all the splatoon muses, welcome to Smash.]]

fuck you we're on switch

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"BoOoOoOop."

A low, almost groan-like hum came from the flat-zone resident. One to obey literally any order given to him without any sense of understanding, Game & Watch sprung his flat "keister" off the throne and landed on his two, vertical-aligned feet. Shame, it was a comfy chair and he didn't want to leave it. Was he intimidated by the size of the king and the threat he made? Not really. He's got hammers of his own, one of them with a one outta' nine chance to deliver a painful blow, no doubt he'd be able to somewhat defend himself from a "clobb'eh-rin'".

His nose jolted back to the penguin, visibly staring at him. He remembered him from the tournaments. Sure the penguin was indeed... arrogant sometimes, but if it weren't for him, none of his friends would've survived the Subspace incident. He still wanted to sit on the throne though. Perhaps a fair exchange would help! The cornerstone seemingly conjured a flat, black, wooden-looking chair from his hands and plopped it down. It looked more for lion-taming than sitting. He offered his chair for the big one.

"Beep?"

[[Hey guys, i'm going to see if I can be more active tonight! I'm heading out right now, but i'll see about doing some shit tonight.]]

[[Back!]]

@himesquid​ liked for a starter!

One would normally mistake him for graffiti on a brick wall, but one with a keen eye could in fact see the "octopus" was moving it's tentacles in little segments. He isn't one to sit still for more than two frames.

A crowd gathered at the miraculous moving graffiti embedded on a brick wall. Some seemed oblivious that the graffiti was indeed a living, breathing(?) creature with a sense of touch, so when the crowd began to put their hands on the wall to feel the "graffiti", a shrill noise emitted from it.

"BEEP!"

The octopus morphed into a person-like shape and bounced off the wall, over the crowd, only astonishing them more. He didn't seem to mind the crowd, but personal space was a concept the cornerstone understands and feels. He just hoped he wasn't stealing someone else's crowd.

@cartoonlonk​ liked your post: Starter call!

"Boooooop."

A low noise emitted from the cornerstone as he followed the other. His non-existent eyes were focused on the shield he was carrying. He wanted to try and do something with it.

"Beep beep beep!"

Though how Mr. Game and Watch ended up in Hyrule remains a mystery to this day.

@dededaio​ liked your post: “Starter call!”

To say the primordial substance wasn't fascinated by the castle would be a lie, easily waltzing past the guards with his two dimensional shape, which was near invisible if looked at incorrectly. The Superflat World resident bobbed his head in multiple directions, registering the environment aroud him, right until he reached the throne room.

There was no judgement with entering the throne room of questionable royalty. No one seemed to be home. That big chair looked comfy.

"Beep!

A pair of firemen launched him onto the throne, now sitting peacefully on the cushioned seat. It's worth noting, he has no idea who's castle this is, or how he doesn't care who it blongs to, he does as told, and if there's no one telling him what to do, he does things his way.

If he did care, he'd be more concerned that it was King Dedede's throne, and would hope he doesn't find him sitting on his comfy chair.

Starter call!

There's quite a few people with elongated, coiled arms.

He's confused as to how they participate in boxing, yet never bother to par-take in his tourneys.

Perhaps it's a recent addition by Master Hand himself?